The Brain Is Wider Than The Sky.

The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees Are Few.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul.

I Do Not Feel I Could Give Up All For Christ, Were I Called To Die.

That Love Is All There Is, Is All We Know Of Love.

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.